Little Witch Academia Novels & Stories

“It worked. I can’t smell you.” “I feel… weird,” I admitted. “But also… kind of strong.” “You should. That spell lasts as long as you want it to. Break it, and you’ll be you again.” “Thank you,” I told the witch, who was now rummaging through her things. “Pleasure doing business,” she said. “Oh, and don’t get caught. I don’t do refunds.” We laughed. Kind of. Michelle escorted me to the borders of Clawstone Academy, our twin academy just for boys.

There will be a man that will fetch you tomorrow for you to be able to go here. ~HeadMistress Rei' I immediately folded the paper after reading what’s inside of it. Magisch Academy huh? What a weird name? Should I accept it or not? What if it’s a scam? Or a trap from my enemies? But do I have a choice? I no longer have a school to go to and I especially do not want to stop studying.

Like in occasions like this one right here when the Dark Academy gives us tasks or assignments. The Dark Academy is a special school for witches. Those who know this call it the dark academy but for humans, they know it to be "Elite high." To mortals, it's supposed to be this fancy school that only a select few go to, but the only people who ever get admitted into the school are witches and warlocks. Everyone who attends is a witch, the studenrs, teachers, everyone. We know very well how to keep our secret from the rest of the world.

Instead, she nodded her head as she followed the goblin, who stood a meter taller than the ground they were walking. INSTEAD OF bringing Gukasho to the room wherein all Halflings had their private desks, Cent led him to the back garden of Transylvania Academy. Lush green leaves of the centuries-old Willow trees that were lined up everywhere swayed from the gentle blow of breeze that passed by the two new intruders. The Willow trees created a grand mystical effect around the back garden as if they compensated from the lack of gates. The flashing small lights surrounded the trees though they gleamed brighter under the shade of the trees. At first glance, it was as if fireflies were playing. Bu

'It's not my fault, it's not my fault, it's not my fault, it's not my fault,' she chanted in her head to herself. Ellie grabbed a tray and filled a plate with bacon, eggs, and oatmeal as she watched the wolves near her in line pile their plates twice as high as hers. She sat down between Sam and Meredith at a round table and put her bag on the ground next to the table. She had Introduction to Magic this morning first thing. Luckily, she was in that class with other magical students who didn't grow up in the pack, just like her. They were students that didn't really fit in with werewolves, but also didn't really fit in with human students. They had just enough magic to be dangerous to humans,

•Serena's POV• The Academy of Dark Arts. The Academy was made out of dark stone. Aged bricks bearing the weight of the massive structure. The long yards of plush white carpeting, overlaid by Tibetan rugs clashed with the newly designed crystal chandeliers. The Academy also had a prison where guilty witches and warlocks await their punishment. They were to serve us and make us more powerful and dominant over every other pack in the realm.

Same goes for the students who all wish to witness the different abilities that will be shown by the participants. "They're all reckless and stubborn. That's all the reason they chose my class, first and foremost, expecting that being taught by the Witch's apprentice would be thrilling." Serina smiled, being aware that those were undoubtedly true. But the fact that no one actually dropped her class upon enlisting to it, there sure is something to it that she is just too embarrassed to admit. Dropping and transferring of classes are common things at the Academia, especially for those whose family does not restrict their members to practice one specific craft. But as for Sherfy who mainly teac

CAMILA By the time the first bell rang, I already understood one thing clearly. Lunaris Academy was beautiful—but it was not kind. The classroom was carved from pale stone and dark wood, sunlight filtering through tall arched windows etched with ancient runes. Desks were arranged in tiers, each seat engraved with symbols tied to a student’s race. Wolves sat together, radiating confidence. Fairies hovered near perches built into the walls. Witches clustered with stacks of spellbooks. Vampires lingered at the back, half in shadow.

He threw another question back to me, and I responded, " No, sir " "Wow? So you cannot tell, whether you're a blood witch or an earth witch or a portion witch?". The look on his face became disappointing. It seemed he wasn't willing to teach me from the very start of every witch academy. "Fuck.... Lesson number one, Agatha ". He crossed his legs after asking me to bring out a book and a biro. I followed every of Mr Franks instructions and the for today's lesson? He wants me to elevate a flower pot from the ground using my mind.

Livia replied, their pace still marching in order. "Vampires and Demons? What about werewolves and witches?" Neah shot the question sharply, making Livia halt in her steps. From a distance, the guard followed them stealthily and Neah seemed to notice that. "Witches are in the academy and also werewolves but Lycans dominate there" Lucia replied " I know you must be wondering why witches and werewolves are there when it seems they're also enemies to us right?" Livia demanded and Neah nodded hastily.